A/N: This fiction is a series of smaller ficlets all dealing with the edge of midnight, the time from 11:56 PM til 11:59 PM. They don't really have much of a plot…but instead are just for fun. Hope you all like.

Title: The Edge of Midnight

Summary: Ever wonder what Booth, Brennan and the squint squad think about at The Edge of Midnight?

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I don't own BONES, but the plotline is mine, thus © WolfMyjic 2007

Shout out to Goldy for beta'ing this.

Doctor Temperance Brennan stretched her arms up over her head, arching her back to relieve some of the pressure that had settled into her spine. She turned her head to the right and then the left, sending out a loud popping sound as her neck cracked. Finally, she dropped her arms, her hands coming to rest on her keyboard, but her fingers not moving. After two straight hours of non-stop typing, Brennan had run out of things to say. So, instead she stared at her computer screen and let her mind begin to wander. She thought about the skeleton that was still laying out on a metal table on the raise platform at the Jeffersonian. She thought about the last case she had worked with her partner, and the dinner they had shared to celebrate catching the man who had murdered a fourteen-year-old girl five years ago. Brennan let a smile touch her face as she remembered the lame joke Booth had tried to tell, and then had to spend ten minutes explaining to her. She shook her head, and then moved her hand to the mouse. After saving her work, she turned the laptop off and closed the lid. She raised a hand to her mouth to cover a yawn and then stood. Her body protested slightly, but soon she was moving from the wooden chair at her computer desk, down the hallway and into her bedroom.

She pulled open a drawer and then lifted out a clean pair of underwear, before grabbing her sleep shorts and shirt and moving to the bathroom. Brennan placed her clean clothes by the sink, reached over and turned on the water for a shower and then stripped out of her work clothes. After a moment, and checking to make sure the water was a good temperature, she stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain close as she did. The hot water felt good as it beat down on her skin, turning it red where it had hit. She turned and tilted her head back so that the water could wash over her hair. Brennan closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feel of the water. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stood there. Finally, she reached out for her shampoo and continued with her shower.

Brennan shut off the water, drew back the curtain and reached for a dry towel. She patted herself dry, wrapped the towel around her and then stepped out onto the bathmat. A quick swipe of her hand across the mirror cleared it for her to look at her reflection. She stared into her own eyes and again her mind began to wander again. Flashes of her week came to her and she couldn't fight the smile. She even laughed out loud when she remember that Angela had been on a rhyming trend on Wednesday, driving everybody crazy by not saying anything if she couldn't rhyme it. Hodgins had gotten so sick of it that he refused to speak directly to her for almost three hours.

Brennan shook her head, and then reached for her clothes. She quickly dressed, dried her hair, and then left the bathroom. She crossed her bedroom, flicked on the lamp, pulled back her covers and then sat down. A quick glance at the clock told her it was 11:56 PM. Brennan ran her fingers through her hair, and remembered that on Tuesday, Zack had brought in his pet hamster, Presto, apparently named for a character off of some old cartoon. "Who names a hamster Presto?" she asked out loud. Who names a pig Jasper? A voice in her head countered. Brennan laughed and swung her legs into bed, enjoying the coolness of the sheets. She turned the lamp off and laid back.

She looked over at the clock--11:58 PM. She pulled the covers up around her and stared up at the ceiling. Booth had surprised her early in the day by showing up with lunch. He had dragged her from her office, almost kicking and screaming. Almost, she thought with a smile, and had pulled her up to the roof of the Jeffersonian. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought back. It was one of the nicest things anybody had ever done for her. He's always doing sweet things, she thought. Maybe I should do something sweet for him. Brennan smiled at the thought and glanced again at the clock--11:59 PM. Maybe tomorrow. With that, Brennan turned away from the clock and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come.

TBC...